Just days before my peaceful coastal bachelorette trip, I discovered my passport was missing! My fiancé swore he’d help find it — but something in his voice felt off. As drawers are emptied and hope fades, one truth becomes clear: someone doesn’t want me to go.
I’d planned the perfect bachelorette getaway one month before my wedding.
Just me and my best friends doing yoga on the beach, making pottery, and drinking tea in cute cafés.
Derek’s arms wrapped around my waist as I packed, but his voice was laced with tension.
“You sure you want to go?” he asked, his chin resting on my shoulder.
I continued folding. “Of course, I’m sure. It’s three days at the beach with my best friends.”
“Some guys don’t like their fiancées going away right before the wedding.”
I turned to kiss him softly.
“This isn’t going to be a wild party, babe. You know that.”
He nodded, but his frown didn’t fade. “I just worry.
I love you so much…”
Derek had always been possessive. He didn’t like it when I went out without him and would say things like, “I trust you, it’s other people I don’t trust.” Or, like the time I wanted to go to a yoga retreat, “You’re too pretty to travel alone.”
He was protective because he cared, and because he was afraid to lose me. It was frustrating at times, but I took it as his way of showing how much he loved me.
“And I love you, too.” I wrapped my arms around him.
“I can’t wait to be your wife.”
He smiled faintly, but I could tell he was still on edge. Watching me pack was clearly upsetting him, so I decided to finish up later.
I waited until Derek was settled in front of the TV after dinner before heading upstairs to finish packing.
A few minutes later, I shut my suitcase and put it in the closet, out of sight, so it wouldn’t work on Derek’s nerves. I just needed one last thing.
I opened the drawer where I kept my passport.
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